Agape

Where has my pride now flown? And my own vaunted pragmatism. Before you, I'm alone. And animal magnetism's a spasm. I touch your lips with care, But the taste is bittersweet. But still I kiss them there. But I still find it so Sweet. And for the hundredth time, I run to you. It is all a game. It is all a game. Again, it defeats me. That is true. It is all a game. It is all a game. I breathe for you alone. I need this look of yours all time, And that's why I have grown. That I meet with him from time to time. I will forgive you so. Betrayal or a lie. I'll give in and let go. But you will leave me so High. And for the hundredth time, I run to you. It is all a game. It is all a game. Again, it defeats me. That is true. It is all a game. It is all a game. It's all lies, every groan. And serve to me as it now seems, So I won't feel alone. And then I think that's how it seems. Thanks for all lies you told. Though I am so used to it. But evil takes its hold. That again, I must admit. And for the hundredth time, I run to you. It is all a game. It is all a game. Again, it defeats me. That is true. It is all a game. It is all a game. For the hundredth time, I run to you. It is all a game. It is all a game. Again, it defeats me. That is true. It is all a game. It is all a game.